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Linda Karlsson is a Swedish writer, traveller, photographer, yogini and mother, living on the vibrant and inspiring Mediterranean island of Ibiza.

With a Swedish father and a Polish mother, she got off to a quick start in mixing languages and cultures. Growing up in some of the most infamous immigrant-rich areas in the south of Sweden (in fact, a few blocks away from the footballer Zlatan Ibrahimovic!) made her feel more at home with diversity, than she ever would with the opposite. 

She started writing at the age of 7 and still has all those diaries and stories packed in her parents basement in the south of Sweden.
Upon finishing high school, she immediately started travelling, with her first destination being the south of Spain, where she worked as an au-pair. Her journeying has continued since, with only sporadic stays in her native Sweden. Her travels have taken her to faraway destinations such as Mozambique, Bangladesh and Burma, to name a few.

Starting photography classes at the age of 23, combined with yoga classes, initiated two life long interests for her, and created the base for her university studies. Her undergraduate degree is focused on Indian and other Eastern religions and philosophies and her master degree is in Photojournalism.

Linda holds a BA in Indian Philosophy from SOAS(School of Oriental & African Studies, University of London) and an MA in Photojournalism from Universidad Autonoma in Barcelona.

Her year of photojournalist studies in Barcelona initiated her first publications; she wrote for Elephant Journal, and was published in a few Swedish travel magazines and daily newspapers. She also started a blog about Barcelona, and later Ibiza, for the Swedish travel magazine RES, for whom she has also published both text and photography. She also started writing a book in 2011 which she then had rejected by most publishers, only to realise a few years later that it was only a first draft, so now she is back to working on it. It's about her yoga journey, where it has taken her; geographically, spiritually and psychologically, and the funny, weird and crazy people you meet in the yoga world. The big, dangerous egos, and the followers, who belittle themselves. She thinks of it as a "spiritual noir" and she plans to have it ready by the end of 2017. Stay tuned for that!!

Linda has stayed steady on her yoga mat now for 15 years, where she practices daily. She qualified as a Vinyasa Flow yoga teacher in 2008, and has taught for years at various places, but she decided to retire from yoga teaching in 2014, and has never looked back. It just wasn't meant to be her job. 

Her first son, Pi, crashed into her life in 2013, and changed everything. She became a mother! In 2015, Noy, her sweet little baby, gently joined the family. Both were born in Ibiza, and are raised speaking 5 languages. 

She runs the gorgeous boutique mansion Ibiza Sanctuary which is designed for yoga and spiritual retreats. She travels almost once a month to different places that hold a special feeling in her heart. 

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